Turanj, September 1995 a river crossing as over the Styx time hangs here heavy with loss suffocating houses pocked profane eviscerated guts rotting whitely on the street the private...

      Mother I do not give you enough credit for the strength it must have taken to turn your back on all you knew to live a life with a man wed to another, knowing you could never...

    Canada  Christmas 1891 Dear sir you are most welcome to Memkumbli, may the spirits of my longhouse light upon you. ‘Tis pity you cannot abide potlatch,  - a sorry offence against all...

      Never Lost Control I saw one on the street once, not made up, as she came out of a small grocery store with a plastic bag containing green tea. She barrelled straight through...

    The Dead Stars On the old cable drops of oblivion settle in seriatim. Fog stills the sky. Smoke adds strokes to the mist. From a dusty What's On The TV I gather death's itinerary....

    * reflecting off the owl's eyes mOOnlight * burn warning the fire in her voice * giant catfish leaping into Grandpa's story * low winter sun an urge to be Icarus * g r a n d m a...

    What’s done is done          The Thane of Fife, had a wife, where is she now? I wonder what it’s like to be dead wonder         if he touches my flesh will it feel the same?   I...

    Postcards At the End of the Street At the end of the street a grey-haired woman walks her black pig. She sniffs the ground, eats up a tomato, eats and eats, sniffs and sniffs. Volcano...

      Thirtieth May why is it now the old language sounds harsh without that ease of familiarity? Because we no longer share our tongues And the meanings draw away As you have into...